The Detective & The Singer

This is from my upcoming book: Reincarnation: Past Lives and the Akashic Records

Past Life Reading

Michelle Lange, June 27, 2011

Michelle was a beautiful, dark-haired woman with delicate features. She was a vulnerable-looking, sweet, young, newly married woman, and her mother was a student/client of mine. I felt protective toward her. She only wanted to know about any past lives she might have had with her much adored new husband, Joseph. Here is what I saw when I opened Michelle’s records.

The Detective and the Singer

The first thing I am seeing is…and I do not usually see a disturbing image right off the bat like this, but if I do not start to narrate, I will not get to see the rest of the lifetime—the pictures just stop, so…here we go. You were a young female in this lifetime, and I am seeing you as already deceased.

Lois’ Note: I then became quite upset at what I was seeing, and worried about how this would emotionally impact the client who was such a young woman. I hesitated and because I did, the scene began to fade from my sight. So I started describing what I was seeing again…
    
     Your spirit hovered around not going to the light at first because you had been murdered. This was in the 1930s in the United States, during the Great Depression. A serial killer had shot you in the face with a shotgun. Your hands were removed to prevent identification, and your body thrown into the water. It was several days before the body was found. The reason your spirit remained in the area was that you were hoping to make sure the murderer was caught for a couple of reasons. One, you were really upset that your life was taken early.  The other reason was that you did not want him doing that to anybody else. Therefore, you kept trying to talk to people…with your mother at first and later with a police officer, a young man who was fairly sure there was a serial killer on the loose, because he had seen this killer’s pattern before. He had seen another person killed and disposed of in precisely the same way.
     The detective was a little bit clairaudient, but in the 1930s it was broadly accepted that if you heard voices you were crazy. So, when you would try to talk to him as he was trying to solve the case, he would hear what you were saying like a thought inside his head. You began to consider him your partner in this, because you could tell he was listening. Sometimes you would amuse yourself by moving your hand through his body stopping at the heart, and he would get a flutter in his heart. He sincerely felt that your spirit was present with him; he also thought that if he told anybody they would think he was nuts. And he was right, you know, they would have.
     He began to learn all he could about you. A farm girl who came to the city and had become a singer, you had independently traveled around a good bit of the time for singing jobs. Coming home after a performance late one night, you were walking toward your hotel room. Someone you did not know was watching you and had quietly hidden in the shadows observing your travel pattern for weeks. That was how he abducted and killed you—he was stalking you and appeared seemingly from out of nowhere. You never saw him coming and didn’t have a chance. 
     This young policeman would study pictures of you as you were before you were harmed, and gradually he fell in love with you. The more he learned more about you the harder he fell. He began to grieve your loss. The detective fell in love with your courage; he fell in love with your desire to entertain people. You sang songs that you actually composed yourself and they were so hopeful! You were striving to uplift people during those really hard economic times of the  Great Depression, when most people were truly suffering and many going hungry, unable to find work.
     Eventually this detective did solve your murder. Yet he was almost killed himself when he tried to apprehend your murderer.  Oh…I am seeing now that the killer was mildly schizophrenic. He was also somewhat psychic as schizophrenia sufferers often are. When the police detective approached the killer, your spirit was at your champion’s side and the killer saw you!
     At the sight of your spirit, the killer drew a knife and threw it at the police detective, barely missing. The policeman then shot him through the heart. At that moment the light tunnel opened up again, and you wisely went on into the light which takes all Souls on to friends and family in the afterlife where you were welcomed with love.
     Because you had remained in the area and helped this man solve your murder, he went on to become a very well-known police detective. Later he was hired in a bigger city in the 1940s, going on to make a name for himself as a great detective. He also wrote some semi-successful crime novels. His name had Jansen, Johnson, or something like that in it. The police officer who solved the murder is your husband now, Joseph. Because he fell in love with you, and because you stayed around and helped him to solve your own murder, in between lives you two decided to come back and have a lifetime together. The beauty of this lifetime was that he set your free so that your spirit could go on into the Light.  You decided to come back to be with him and resolve certain issues, including being a real partner with him instead of a fantasy.
     I have a feeling that as a couple, there is some sort of quality to your partnership having to do with justice, with bringing in fairness, or with problem solving, perhaps.  You two intended in this life to work on behalf of others somehow. I almost want to apologize to you for seeing that kind of difficult life first, but I am not in charge of this. It was very hard on me to see this one. 
     The guides are…your Guides and the Guardians of the Akashic Records want you to know that the reason that you experienced having been the victim of a serial killer was that it was karmic balancing for you. You had decided to do that in that particular lifetime as karmic balancing for lifetimes you had as a soldier. Yes…you had more than one lifetime as a soldier in which you followed orders even when you felt like you were doing the wrong thing.

Lois' Note: Much to my surprise, Michelle was neither upset nor sad about this violent past life. Instead, she was worried about me, due to my having been upset in seeing and being immersed in it. For herself, Michelle simply said this past life was the sweetest love story she had ever heard!

Herpes Permanently Healed after Akashic Records Readings

The following is an excerpt from my upcoming book, "Reincarnation: Past Lives and the Akaashic Records."

The Trouble with Screaming

This is a past life of five I saw for a middle-aged woman named Bree. She had several questions, none of which addressed her tendency to speak very loudly at times, but this past life seemed be dealing with that. It also had to do with a fear of striking out on her own which she had never mentioned to me at all. About five years after the reading Bree realized the most important thing that came from knowing about this one lifetime was not apparent to her at the time of the reading. It could only be seen in retrospect.

The following is a transcription of the reading which has been edited to use written syntax, rather than spoken syntax.

I begin:

"Once again, I am seeing another ancient culture of which we have no record. I cannot tell you how long ago it was, but it was long before recorded history. I see you as a woman living in a cave under…the entrance to the cave is under water. To get in and out of your home, you must swim in and out. This is some of the most gorgeous water I have ever seen. I have never seen water this color—it is bluish turquoise and as crystalline clear as anything. It is stunning, this deep small sea. The entrance to your home is in an idyllic cove surrounded by land yet connected to the sea.

The doorway or opening is about twelve feet below sea level. Everyone who lives anywhere around there resides underground in these caves—no one lives on the surface. I see that you have special swimming gear, and you slip on what looks like a mermaid tail—a tool that makes you swim faster. You pull it off when you get to the land where you go to hunt for meat. What meat was once was in the caves has long since been hunted out. You also want plants from the surface because you need food that has absorbed all that sunlight—which you do not get inside the caves. You are a woman hunting alone with a bow and arrow. This allows you to travel light. You carry a little pouch with food in it and a water bladder beaded intricately with a sacred geometry pattern imprinting your water. I don’t know why that is important, but it is. I think your people knew something about imprinting water with vibratory frequencies. The decoration is intricate and precise.

As you wander on the rocky land you are constantly at the ready with your odd-looking bow and arrow. Something darts out from behind a rock, and you shoot it. Stringing it up, you carry it on your back. This animal was about the size of a rabbit. Suddenly, somebody jumps out from behind a big rock and starts screaming at you. He is a big person, and no one you have ever met. He is from a race of people that you have never seen before. Apparently, he feels like these animals belong to him and maybe they are even pets. It seems he had been feeding them—so they were his property in his mind. He behaved as if you were trespassing when in fact your family had hunted there for many generations.

This man was trying to find a new place to settle down. For some reason he had to leave his civilization which was hundreds of miles away, and he brought his wife and two small children. They were just trying to survive. You did not back down the way he thought women were supposed to back down. In fact, you drew a bead on him—you pointed the arrow at him, and that made him even angrier. He lunged at you and missing the projectile, knocking you down. When you fell you hit your head which knocked you out. He carried you back to his camp. His wife was there, and when you woke up she was cleaning your wounds— trying to help you. Afraid you were being held captive, you started screaming and trying to escape. This desperate man finally tied your hands and feet. You would not stop screaming so he sewed your mouth shut because that is what they did where he came from. His wife was crying and begging him not to do it, but with a needle made from bone and with crude sinew from animals he had been collecting, he sewed your mouth shut fearing there were others with you and they would hear you. He knew no other way to silence you.

You never stopped resisting and kept squirming and making muffled noises.  He originally intended to let you go when he was sure that there was no one else around looking for you, but he did not know how to communicate with you. Finally, he decided to pack his stuff up to leave and just keep going, deciding this was not a place to settle down because even the women were dangerous. When they were all packed and ready to go, he took a big rock and hit you on the head, then dumped you into that body of water to drown so he would not be tracked.

The point of all of this seems to be that you still have residual fears regarding striking out alone because on that day, everything you knew was turned upside down. Your people had been hunting alone there for many generations. Women even hunted alone as it was your custom. Everything that happened was so foreign, so alien and such a shock. When you realized you were going to die, you thought, “I should not have been out here by myself. I cannot be alone. It is not safe.” This indicates there is some residual fear of being alone or traveling alone or maybe even living completely alone. This is coming up so you can integrate it so it will no longer affect you on any level.

Lois’ Note: Bree had never mentioned being afraid to travel alone, but looking back, I noticed she never did—even though she passionately loved to travel. Additionally, Bree was a person who had long-standing trouble with excessive fever blisters all over her mouth, face, nose and even her eyes ever since childhood. They happened frequently and were not only unsightly, but painful as well. They were mostly concentrated around her mouth. She was tortured by it and had never heard of anyone else having this kind of experience with herpes. I will say it did seem radical even to me. She had told me about that casually, not in the context of the reading. We knew each other socially, so I had heard her speak about the fever blister problem.

Bree reported something to me about five years after I did her reading.  She had realized after randomly re-listening to her reading one day why she had stopped getting fever blisters. She realized they had stopped right after that reading. However, it had never occurred to her to mention the healing to me. The only thing that now happens to her is that she will feel soreness around her lips at times, but they never become full-on blisters, they just hint at it and leave.  She had told her family years ago how odd it was the herpes blisters had just stopped happening, and she had no idea why. She did not make the connection to her past life reading until she felt guided to listen to it again after five years. Then the truth of it hit her right between the eyes, so to speak. She was sure the worst of the sores were in the spots where her mouth had been sewn shut, and the other places where she got them were probably where she had been hit on her head and face with the rock, since it was all part of the same traumatic experience that day!

Now I find myself wondering how many other things heal that people do not connect to their past life readings!